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Thinking Deeply.

I find these days quite frequently.
I slip into a semi trance.
When meditating quietly
on fate and changing circumstance.

I close my eyes to contemplate
Which seems quite sensible to me.
It leaves me free to concentrate
On what I think not what I see.

Of course my wife accuse me
of napping when I’m in a trance
But she does enjoy teasing me.
A little when she gets the chance.

I can’t deny it’s possible
I dropp off when I’m comfortable.
But I do not believe I do.
Although my wife insists it’s true.

Wednesday,03 November 2010
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Tolerance.

If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.

Wednesday,13 January 2010
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Time to be,

Steal away quietly meditate
You can spare time enough. For a while
silently hide away. Contemplate
who you are, what you are thoroughly.
You may find peace of mind, leave behind
the pressures and distress easily.
All you need to succeed is concede.
You can fly if you try earnestly.
You will see, you can be really free.

12/07/2009
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He calls me Honky.

My friend’s as black as ebony
and he delights in teasing me.
He says I am the coloured man
I can’t deny it no one can.
My hair is blond my eyes are blue.
His words are obviously true,
My facial skin is pink and white.
to anyone with normal sight
His eyes, his hair and skin are black
I cannot counter his attack
But he’s my mate so I don’t care
His banter isn’t hard to bear
We’re much the same bar for our skin.
What matters most must lie within.

Monday,16 November 2009
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It could happen to you.

He walks alone, she walks alone.
Each to the other one unknown.
She dreams of love, he dreams of love.
It seems at last the fates approve.

They met quite accidentally.
The time was right apparently
He smiles, she smiles and then they talk
and they agree to share their walk

She hopes that he, he hopes that she
enjoy each others company.
It seems they did for both agree
to walk together frequently.

He was alone, she was alone.
But now their loneliness has gone.
She has a friend, he has a friend.
It may well be that in the end

They’ll realise that it was meant.
Their meeting was no accident
But fate had planned it from the start
They were not meant to be apart.

And who are they to disagree.
What fate decrees must come to be.
She is content, he is content.
Each thinks the other heaven sent.

As well they might fate has the right
to interfere in love affairs.
Their future now is looking bright.
Fate brings together matching pairs.

Though he was shy and she was shy
Fate had decided they should be
a couple.No one can deny
that fate had matched them perfectly

He’s not alone, she’s not alone
Their friendship slowly ripening
into what they have never known.
As love insists on blossoming.

A daily walk for exercise.
They say is very good for you.
It may well be fate has a surprise
in store.You might find someone too.

Friday,04 December 2009
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Time out. for M lady Denise Bekker

The fountain murmurs quietly,
in the rose garden in the sun.
A haven of serenity
where I relax when work is done.
Inhale the perfume thankfully
It serves to calm my troubled mind.
This is a special place to me.
The only place where I can find
the peace I need to meditate.
Unwind after a busy day
and let the perfumes permeate.
To soothe me in their subtle way.
The fountain murmurs quietly,
its gentle song entrancing me.

Wednesday,09 June 2010-06-09
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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley

To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.

7-Jun-08

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Dog watch

The night is cold and clear and still.
The village streets lie quietly.
A bitter wind adds to the chill.
At home is where I’d rather be.
I have no choice I have to go.
My dog insists I take him out.
He knows he is entitled to
his final evening run about.
Then he will settle for the night.
It matter not rain, hail or snow.
He is correct he has the right
to tell me that its time to go.
He knows the time I must suppose.
What puzzles me is how he knows.

Wednesday,23 December 2009.
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Sea Dreams for M'lady Tara

The softly sighing sea it seems
surreptitiously alters dreams.
Subconsciously the ebb and flow
of surging tides which come and go.

Affects us adventitiously.
Almost as if by accident.
Awakening our sleeping souls
to strive for ever higher goals.

When wide awake we dare not try.
we wait until we are asleep.
To pursue dreams in which we fly
as though we are content to creep.

earthbound through every dreary day.
But sleeping listen to the sea
which tells us there’s a better way.
Because we are not meant to be.

Condemned to creeping sluggishly
along the surface of the ground.
In dreams we can triumphantly
spread our wings and fly around.

As freely as the restless sea
Acknowledging no boundary.
Imagination holds the key
unlocks the door and set us free.

The soft seductive murmuring
of breakers lapping at the shore.
Promote nocturnal wandering
to places we’ve not seen before.

We leave our bodies far behind
Enjoying the brief liberty
to seek and if we’re lucky find
A place which suits us perfectly.

Our bodies rest our minds do not.
Instinctively we know it’s true.
When morning comes we have forgot
and face the humdrum world anew.

According to our circumstance
Although some times we slip into
some kind of daydream semi trance.
Though you may not I know I do.

A brief and fleeting holiday,
a temporary state of bliss.
Relieve boredom of the day.
Could anyone begrudge us this?

The chances are no one will know
that quietly you’ve slipped away
No one will notice if you go
nor will they miss you anyway.

They too are lost in their day dreams
and only some emergency
will draw them quickly back it seems.
To the world of reality.

3-Dec-08
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100% Fatal

I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.

A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.

We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.

If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.

Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.

We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.

A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.

Wednesday,18 November 2009
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Then I WILL know the reason why.

I know for sure that I know less
than what I used to think I knew.
I find it easy to confess..

When I was young I knew it all
Experience taught me otherwise
That pride must go before a fall..

The few things which I know are true.
I still recheck them frequently.
It’s something that I have to do.

For change occurs and alters things
and often truth is flexible.
It has been known to topple kings.

I’m not a king I’m just a man
A simple man who knows his place
And tries to do the best he can.

I can say with honesty
Although I am prepared to learn
Who can I find who will teach me...

Some one who knows much more than me.
Somebody who is qualified.
I never will quite probably.

I’ll have to wait until I die
Before I’m privy to the truth
Then I will know the reason why.

Tuesday,26 October 2010
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Fixed routine.

I always choose to take this way
This quiet path leads to my door,
Today as every other day.

I have no fear that I may stray.
I see no reason to explore.
I always choose to take this way.

Here sun and shadow interplay
Creating shapes not seen before.
Today as every other day.

The song thrush sings his roundelay.
I feel my jaded spirits soar
I always choose to take this way.

Though I could choose another way
I am aware of two or more.
Today as every other day.

It adds some pleasure to my day
a feeling I have known before.
I always choose to take this way
Today as every other day.

Wednesday,10 November 2010
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Absolute proof.

Absolute proof

Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.

Wednesday,22 September 2010
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Warning Note Story poem

Condemned to wander endlessly
through labyrinths within my mind
To seek solutions I can’t find.
This has to be insanity.

I found myself quite suddenly
unable to communicate.
I’m deaf and dumb and I can’t see.
Perhaps a vegetative state.

Eventually I fall asleep
the struggle has exhausted me
Whilst I’m asleep the drugs will seep
away slowly releasing me.

When I come to you’re by my side.
Your face the first thing that I see.
Then I am truly satisfied
I’ll make a full recovery.

I have survived a heart attack.
Because you would not let me die.
It was your love that drew me back.
You smile at me triumphantly.

The doctors claim they saved my life
let them enjoy their victory
Because I know it was my wife
unfailingly supporting me.

Although the medics did their best
and they performed the surgery.
Heaven answered her request
and I survived as you can see.

I’ll have to take things easily
I have decided to retire.
We are secure financially
Stress is the last thing I require.

My wife agrees but cautions me
I must take up new interests
I can acquire gradually
I will obey, my wife knows best.

Sunday,13 June 2010
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Doubletalk for Friend Thad

I don’t accept coinicidence
although some things seem synchronised.
I can’t believe it is by chance.
Although I know my view defies.
What is accepted usually
by other folks who disagree.
The tend to look askance at me.
Regard my stance contemptuously
As they are quite entitled to.
Its only an hypothesis
I cannot prove that it is true.
But I would feel it most remiss
to deny synchronicity.
I’d see that as duplicity..

18-May-08

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Faith the Facts

Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.

What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.

As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.

Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.

What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown

Wednesday,25 November 2009
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Eyes: those tragic eyes,

It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.

Those eyes had seen brutalities
no innocent should ever see
She haunted still by memories
from which I fear she can’t break free.

I look into her eyes and see
that she expects nothing from me.
She has no hope that there might be
an ending to her misery.

Although I know I’m not to blame
I still feel guilty all the same.

Though we protest our innocence
in our attempts to rationalise.
What can we say in self defence.
That is not based on blatant lies.

It makes me frankly furious
that innocents should suffer so
The guilt belongs to all of us.
We can’t pretend we did not know

That we should learn from history
instead of choosing to ignore
Because we do not want to see.
There are no winners in a war.

I can’t forget those empty eyes
They’ll haunt me ‘til the day I die.

Monday,08 November 2010
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Opposing views.

Opposing views.

Alone outlined against the skies.
An ancient druid proudly stands
Or so it seems to human eyes.
Upright erect with outstretched hands.
As if appealing for Gods aid
Against the Roman conquerors
Who have decided to invade
and stamp the old ways out by force.
But only when the sun is high
At other times it’s just a tree.
A trick of light deceives the eye.
Although the locals disagree.
They disregard the experts view.
For they still hold the legend true.

Friday,12 November 2010
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Out of your rut! !

Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.

Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low

You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.

Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend

Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.

14/05/2009
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Do I Lie?

You can’t believe all that you see.
Because it’s on the internet,
does not mean automatically
that it is true. Do not forget
that anyone can claim to be.
A recognised authority.
In their attempts to influence
beliefs held by their audience.
Their version of reality
which they present with clarity
Examined scientifically
by anyone that’s curious
enough to take an interest.
Who wants to put it to the test.
If you are wise you cross refer
with other sources and compare.
To check on their veracity
and you will find quite frequently.
It’s someone’s half baked fantasy.
You have to use your common sense
interpreting the evidence.
It may be true I can’t deny
that is a possibility
but then again it may not be.
Its up to you must decide
Before you can be satisfied
If it is truth or falsity.
I think it’s best to check it out
Discard it if there’s any doubt.
As for myself I’m cynical
I find some claims are comical.
But you can choose what you believe.
My words could be meant to deceive.

27/08/2009
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Legacy.

Legacy

Ghosts from the past, our ancestors.
Though long since dead are part of us.
WE must accept this truth of course.
Our forbears weren’t all glorious.
If you research your family tree
You’ll be surprised by what you find.
Most forbears were quite ordinary.
But some of them have left behind.
Abilities and qualities.
Which are passed down through their offspring
in varying quantities.
You can be sure of just one thing.
Today we are the latest batch
of evolutions mix and match.

Wednesday,29 December 2010
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